Warhammer

The devout Skitarii, the Imperial Army, the garrison, all attacked her.

The giant god with sacred majesty, looking down at the mortal world from the sky, still had his lips tightly closed.

The Sister-in-Law grinned, gripped her hammer, and charged at the torrent of people coming towards her.

.....

She smashed many heads. The Sister never thought that one day she would use her war hammer to open the skulls of people like Reiksguard, Imperial Knights, Bishops, Mages, Generals, etc., but she did it.

Because of anger?

The elder sister didn't know that she was already reaching her limit.

Several knights stabbed her with their halberds, impaled her, and threw her to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Then several long spears grasped the nun's body, forcing her to kneel on the ground, unable to move.

The bishop, holding the sacred scripture, stood before her with a look of compassion on his face.

"You didn't have to do this, Helen von Johnson."

"Evil eats away at you, corrupts you, like poison polluting a pond."

"May the God-Emperor be willing to spare your soul."

The nun lowered her head, her white hair had been stained with blood and turned blood red.

She was only looking at the bishop's beautiful boots, clean, spotless, inlaid with gold thread, and woven with jade griffins.

"My soul does not need forgiveness."

She growled like a dying beast.

"Death to the false emperor!"

The nun suddenly jumped up, and the long spear cut several terrible scars on her body. She smashed the bishop's eye socket with one punch, and knocked him unconscious with another headbutt. She leaned over and punched the bishop's head angrily, breaking it into pieces.

He seized the sacred book of scripture, broke it open with all his might, tore it in two, and threw it into the air.

"Death to hypocrisy!"

Helen roared to the sky, clenched her fists and pointed them at the sky.

The golden thunder struck, and the sacred giant god seemed to be angry. He opened his eyes and glared at the ants in the mortal world who provoked him.

Everyone, except the nun, knelt down hurriedly, no matter they were nobles, workers or peasants, rich people or clergy.

"God-Emperor above! Praise Sigmar!"

Helen looked around, and it seemed as if the whole world was filled with kneeling heads.

She laughed, blood trickled from her mouth.

She saw Mars falling from the sky, smashing and killing large numbers of believers. Right next to the crater created by the meteorite, devout people were trembling with fear but dared not move. They kept shouting for God's blessing and chanting scriptures to pray for themselves.

"Ha ha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The nun laughed wildly, and the world was shattered and turned upside down in her laughter.

She picked up the war hammer and smashed the noble heads of the nobles, bishops, and wealthy businessmen one by one.

A huge sword fell from the sky and stabbed in front of her.

She looked up and the world suddenly turned into a blood-red realm.

Countless warriors were fighting.

She saw the picture she wanted:

A group of peasants and civilians dressed as poor people, inspired by anger and courage, raised pitchforks and wooden spears, carried poles of varying lengths as flags, and launched an attack on a group of mighty warriors.

The workers smashed the humiliating shackles that imprisoned them at their workstations like wild beasts, picked up the tools in their hands, and launched a wave of opposition against the factory owners and corrupt exploitation!

A mother of brave men who stands tall and upright, the god of war, the mother of blood, the god of rage, the inspirer and instigator of all struggles, is standing on the steps built of countless glories and battles, inspiring everything and watching everything!

He suddenly shifted his gaze and looked at this mortal who seemed so small in the surging waves.

[Sigma wants you to kneel down]

【I just want you to stand up】

The nun stammered a few times and grabbed the huge sword in front of her.

She pulled it up from the red earth, bringing out a boundless and magnificent light!

The sword reflected her blood-red eyes and white hair, as well as the bright anti-Khorne pattern between her eyebrows.

Chapter 89: Is there a tavern in this city?

The elder sister woke up from the illusion of huge waves that turned the world upside down.

Her armor had been removed and she was wearing light and quick clothes. Looking around, she saw a simply decorated hut with only a table and a bed.

On the table lay a kettle and two things that were, or had been, the most important to her.

The warhammer of the great sister, and scripture.

She shook her head, trying to break away from the exciting battlefield illusion, and reached out to grasp the hammer handle.

A force surged from it into the nun's body.

She habitually reached for Sigmar's scripture with her other hand, and her fingertips suddenly paused when they touched the carved steel cover.

After hesitating for a moment, she opened the scripture and quickly scanned the lines of doctrinal stories, parables and patterns.

Empty!

hypocritical!

hypocritical!

It teaches people how to be devout and how to resist external darkness!

But it has always constrained people. If this darkness arises from within, how can we resist it!

The elder sister bit her lip and closed the scripture.

A blood-red Anti-Khorne symbol is engraved on the cover of the sacred scripture, above the skull pattern that symbolizes purity and uncontaminatedness.

"Blood Mother..."

Sister Helen muttered to herself.

"The God of Courage and Resistance...Is that so?"

She grabbed the bottle and took a few sips. The gunshot wound on her abdomen and other wounds on her body had healed, and she felt full of endless strength and energy.

The nun opened the door and walked out without hesitation.

The red leather scriptures were left in place.

......

Al had just finished taking care of his adoptive mother, who was recuperating in the tent due to physical wear and tear.

He rode a griffin alone and cruised over the city of Weiling.

Because of the previous greenskin siege, most of the buildings were damaged, so Al could ride his griffin safely and overlook the landscape of the human cities in the medieval world.

Although it has been devastated by war, it still has a unique, civilized charm.

He thought that in the future he would be able to rule over a city that was more majestic and larger, ten or even nine times larger than this one, or even rule over hundreds of cities and millions of people in the entire southern kingdom.

Thousands of troops are waiting in front of the palace!

The hero of the South is in the trap!

Al was very happy.

I was so happy that I was in heaven.

The Blessed Bull led the Angry Horn Guards and chased the Chosen One on the ground along the streets and alleys.

The residents of Weiling made way for these terrible monster allies and talked about them, marveling at their might and strength.

The army and nobles were filled with confidence, believing that with such allies, those who are righteous will have many supporters, and defeating the invading greenskins, recovering the South, and unifying the country is just around the corner!

A few dissenters also believe that Estalia still needs these powerful allies at present, but it must cooperate with them with caution.

And their leader doesn't seem very reliable...

People looked up at the sky and naturally knew that the figure riding a griffin and flying across the sky was the beast king of the tribe.

As the truth was revealed, the Vilings were glad that they had escaped two disasters, but they also developed a strong interest in these allies who were "upright, vengeful, and very much like dwarves."

Al intentionally created this setting for the tribe to make this happen.

Replace fear with awe and avoidance with curiosity.

This is the first step towards coexistence between the two parties.

When the Estalia people do not reject coexistence with the Beastmen, and both sides accept and adapt to each other's existence and customs; when humans regard the Beastmen as powerful warriors, respectable protectors, and sacred sacrifices, then in the end there will be a smooth transition, completing the unity of substantive and nominal rule.

And expanding this to more places.

There is also a military to deal with possible external intervention.

Under Aiur's strict orders and the belief in the Blood Mother, the Wrathhorns are indeed not those bloodthirsty and violent relatives of Khorne's Direhorns. In fact, their rationality is much greater than those of ordinary Chaos Beastmen.

Therefore, they will not directly chop down people or obstacles that are blocking the way.

The leading Blessed Bull (a female, by the way) stopped suddenly at an intersection, stretched out her hands to stop the Angry Horn Guards behind her, picked up the little girl holding the doll with the extra pair of arms under her armpits, put her in the arms of the panicked mother who ran over on the other side, and then continued to run forward.

You have to know that this is a group of people who can fight against the big guy riding a pig, and the leader is a monster who can smash and chop off the head of the green-skinned general and kill the flying dragon.

Running in the city is like a mecha leading a group of heavily armored soldiers.

Some ruins were even shaken and collapsed by their footsteps, but fortunately no casualties were caused.

Al learned about all this from the Blessed Bull, so he patted the Griffin's head, circled a few times, and returned to the camp.

Then he felt very embarrassed, because after all, his debauchery almost caused civilians to be injured.

After thinking for a while, he slapped his thigh and immediately summoned the shaman to help the Weiling people treat the wounded.

It is worth mentioning that most of the old shepherd shamans and the shamans naturally produced among the beastmen have both beliefs in the "Shepherd God of All Things" and the "Mother Goddess". Most of the shamans that appeared among the converted beastmen later mainly worshipped the Mother Goddess and the Omniscient.

The blessings bestowed upon them by the Mother Goddess include all kinds of strange and bizarre knowledge.

At least the shamans' abilities in planting and medical treatment have been greatly improved.

All kinds of strange herbs can be used to make effective medicines.

The thatched huts they built in the forest exude a strong smell all day long, and all kinds of insects and small animals run in and out of them on a daily basis.

Out of overall planning for the tribe, Al had to place the shamans' work and living areas in peripheral and remote areas.

The wisents always like to give advice on the work of the shamans, but because some of them were former shepherd shamans, they have a greater advantage in combat power than the wisents who were born not long ago and have not yet mastered and obtained more blessings from the omniscient, so this kind of guidance is usually done in private.

Al really wanted to see them fight.

The fight between the Blood Mother believers and the Joy believers is not on the battlefield.

Mostly in bed.

Her husband is a furious-horned beast who worships the Blood Mother. Every day he calls for a blood sacrifice of the Blood Mother's skull and the throne. For the sake of El'Ula, after returning home, he penetrates the female beastman who believes that the God of Pleasure will grant her longer and better happiness, venting his fatigue and anger.

One party is liberated and the other party is satisfied.

Al is worshipped and worshipped by the whole family, young and old.

Win all!

But speaking of this, when beastmen and humans successfully coexist and integrate in the future, that kind of interracial love will definitely happen.

Beasts who like humans, humans who like beasts.

We can consider the whole and emerging art.

How about a Beauty and the Beast?

Al thought about it and thought that beauties, his biological mother and the nun he had met before should all be considered, but both of them are very special and cannot be simply viewed and described as beautiful women.

He has seen many beautiful female beasts...